PleaseMistress Marla she's pouring more water and I hurt, I'm going to wetmyself if I don't get permission. Please don't make me wet myself.Please, Pl...ase."I was sobbing at the last and felt the warm trickle start, and then atorrent flowed drenching my panties and forming a puddle between myfeet. I cried and blushed to be so humiliated in this public place.Dianne took the phone from me and shouted into it."Marla your sissy just peed all over himself, you should see his face.He's sobbing and. ? ?Do you trust me dear wife? he asked, towhich she of course replied innocently, of course my love, always and forever. Hestarted to tie her wrists and and although she looked frightened didn?t try tostop him, he wound the vine around her wrists and ankles just as it had been onhis body, and tied her to the corners of the bed, he could barely breathe forexcitement, sucking in the air as he watched her slight sexy body strainagainst her bonds. What-what?s going to happen my love? She asked in a. I'll talk to him. Getting him away from the pouch machine would probably be a good idea right now."In fact, Wick was fine with getting away and helping a customer. A short while later, I had a call back from Fiona."That was quick," I said. "Grant's okay with us getting involved?" More than okay. He was beginning to think it wasn't going to get solved. He'll take any help he can get. What about Wick?" I was right. It'll be a relief to get off the pouch machine for a while. You arrange for the. The air was cold and damp, with an icy mist outside. She huddled in front of the flickering flames, drawing on their warmth to fight off the growing numbness. She hoped the fog would lift by the time she was ready to make back home, as it was a mixed blessing and curse. On the one hand it would give her ample cover from being spotted by Raiders, but on the other hand she wouldn’t spot any dangers until they were right on top of her. Most a****ls don’t rely on vision alone, and hunt mainly by.